On each end of my river altar
     Stands a mountain of magnetic force,
     Each with a message from its pulpit
     Drawing me nearer to the Source.
     I commune in utter silence
     With such an inner, sweet release
     Because there in my Cathedral
     I meet the Prince of Peace.

     It  is  difficult  to  explain  exactly   how  I  write  this
poetry,  but  when  the   poem  has  ended,   I  know  it by
the strange feeling in the solar plexus area.
     Georgette E. Piper, Tunkhannock, Pennsylvania

A Story Created from Dreams

     Dreams  are  themselves  little  stories,  and there are
many  different  ways  of  creating  further  stories  from
them.   An  example  is  provided   by  Howard  Schwartz,
who teaches  creative  writing   and   who  has  published
books  of stories created from  his dreams. First we will
present  the dreams,  which  are  from  Howard's  Dream
Journal (see page 212 for a discussion of his book).

     (August  4)  Wrote a  parable  in  a  dream,  revised  it,
and finally finished the  last line about setting  the jewel in
the crown.
     (September  9) I  find  a very tiny turtle. Its origin and
the way it has sustained itself are a mystery,  but it seems
healthy,  and  now that  I've  found it  I  plan to  take good
care of it.
     (October  18) Coming back from  a river we  enter the
cave   of   Lilith   that    some   friends    have    previously
discovered.  Strange feelings come  over  us when  we are
inside, and it becomes necessary to kill an enemy, though
we take  no  pleasure  in  the  fact.  It  has  been centuries
since  Lilith has lived there,  but  her presence can still be
felt.
     (November  11)  Fragment   from  a   page  read   in  a
dream:  "Most of the dreams  were left  behind him,  cool
diamonds ..."
     (November  12)  In  a   back  room   I  find  an  ancient

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